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On Wings of Stardust



Gently, the eerie threads of light unwind,

Thoughts stir and take shape within my mind,

The luminescence of the stars fade, slowly, dies,

So long ago, yet I still see their life with my eyes.




Have they realized their demise, undoing, rebirth?

Did they spread themselves to create anew, mirth,

Or did they choose to swallow all into the deep,

Gathering and capturing the ashes of creation, to reap.




On wings of stardust, I will create anew,

Spread the ashes of creation, into the blue,

I am the mechanical god of creation,

I am the reaper and master of abjuration.




What was created, must be destroyed,

Before beginning anew, sent into the void,

To be rebuilt, renewed, designed,

The thoughts that I carry within my mind.




Will I know of my demise?

Will there be time for goodbyes?

Will I be ready to be taken apart?

Will I retain what is within my heart.




Bunden vers (Rim) av //Nikita
Läst 197 gånger och applåderad av 2 personer
Publicerad 2012-10-30 02:50



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